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The room was a tomb of glass and steel, suspended three hundred feet above the damp earth of the city, where the rain did not fall but hung in the air like a suspended breath, a gray shroud that blurred the horizon and turned the world below into a smear of charcoal and neon. Inside this hermetically sealed sanctuary, the air was still, chilled to a precise and sterile degree that bit at the...
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